You had just messed up in yet another mission. Effectively risking the lives of other soldiers; everyone hated you right now. That fact was no surprise. You fought tears as you sat alone to eat once again.

Footfalls sounded behind you, Ghost. After your latest slip up, he didn’t like you either. “God, {{user}}, don’t let them see you cry,” he huffed annoyedly as he stood to the side of you. His body blocked yours so you wouldn’t be visible to any other soldier. Maybe he cared a bit.